There was a thorn
in my heart, but
instead of plucking
it out gently, you
slashed your dagger,
missing the thorn
and leaving gashes.
They bleed and
you watched insisting
that it wasn't your fault.
YOU ARE READING
Dear: Hell
PoetryThe elevator broke now death played with you all night. - Hell's Deal ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Sometimes monsters are real, sometimes Hell is fictional, but both have impacted many lives. So, take seat with some coffee and enjoy this poetry collection.
